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Chapter 1: Blame It on the Drugs
She lit the long, white, herb filled, paper cylinder that she had in her mouth and inhaled. She let it fill her mouth letting the fresh green taste touch each individual taste bud before exhaling, drinking in the smell as the effects of the marijuana started to relax her. She smiled to herself. She loved this. No one knew of her activities after dark and couldn't help but feel totally placid. She stared out at the large lake and thought she saw the giant squid, but that could have been the drug. Beyond was the Quidditch pitch. The cool October air kissed her cheeks making them redden slightly and she pulled her hot pink dressing gown tighter around her. She didn't feel cold really but it was just an instinctive reaction to the soft autumnal breeze that swept the vast grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She always had to make it seem like she was cold to her cousins and brother so they wouldn't ask questions. She inhaled another mouthful of the spliff between her fingers and savoured it.
She had tried a lot of drugs over the summer but this still remained her favourite. It helped her forget and relax all at the same time. By day she was Rose Weasley, her mother's daughter, working hard and getting good grades constantly. After curfew she was Ro, the girl who sat in the cold October night smoking at the bottom of Gryffindor tower, looking out on the grounds of the school. Ro was what her muggle friends called her back at home. She had met them in the summer and gone to a ton of parties with them. They weren't like her wizarding friends, they would smoke weed and drink alcohol and go clubbing. Occasionally they'd even go to a wizard club, although her muggle friends didn't know.
It never ceased to amaze her that the teachers never seemed to check round here for children out after curfew. They would only ever check the Forbidden Forest. I suppose they thought that a student would try and hide and not hang around right outside the castle. This made the situation slightly ironic. Just as she was having this thought she saw a figure coming toward her in her peripheral vision and stiffened. She slowly turned her head to get a better look at the teacher that would be sending her into detention. She sighed slightly in relief when she realised who it was that was coming toward her.
"Weasley," the boy said with a curt nod.
"Malfoy," Rose replied as Scorpius Malfoy sat down beside her. She offered him the joint wordlessly and he took it. Inhaled, exhaled and rested his head against the wall behind the two of them.
"I have to say; I never thought I'd see you sat out here smoking this Weasley, impressive,"
"Well I'm just glad you aren't a teacher. I don't know what I would do to explain this, especially to Professor Longbottom," Rose replied honestly
"Mmm. So, what brings you out here and drives you to smoking this stuff?" Scorpius asked
"Oh, you know, miss my friends back home, need to relax, getting a little pissed with Albus and his constant worrying about the match tomorrow. You?"
"My constant worrying about the match tomorrow. May I ask... why are you in pyjamas and a dressing gown?"
"Oh," Rose smiled to herself after taking another toke of the joint and tried to think of a way to explain this "well, lets just say people would ask questions if I didn't."
"Ah." Silence filled the atmosphere for a while as they shared the joint. "Do you come here often?" Scorpius asked on an exhale,
"Yeah. I like the quiet and peace of it all. It makes the drugs feel so much better," Rose turned and looked at Scorpius.
The look on her face made it seem like she had never looked at him before. She hadn't. Not really, not in the way she was now, not up close. She took in that he looked so much like his father in the details that one would take in at a first glance but that his face wasn't as pointed. He had his mother's oval face and plump lips and had an upturn in the corner. His hair was darker than in the first year going sandy instead of the bright platinum blonde that his father had, indicating to Rose that he had started to hit puberty. She took in his physique; he was tall, even when sitting down, and slender, his shoulders were broad and strong and his arms were toned, his chest was defined and she could see his stomach muscles through his tight pyjama top. The last thing she noticed was his eyes. They were round and wide like his mother's, with dark eyelashes framing them almost perfectly making him look like he has eyeliner on, they were grey like his father's, the fresh colour of new silver that has just been cleaned, she noticed that he they also had flecks of navy blue in them, which made them seem darker.
Scorpius chuckled, "I know I am intensely attractive," he said "but there is no need to stare," he, however, could not seem to follow his own instructions and stared straight back at her.
He couldn't see much of her body as it was concealed by her dressing gown and the baggy tee-shirt she was wearing as a pyjama top. Her legs were poking out of the bottom of the gown and were hidden by her pink and yellow chequered pyjama bottoms. What he could make out however was enough for him to realise how beautiful she was: she saw the gentle swell of her boobs through the oversized tee and the tie on her gown was done up around her waist which seemed small. Her hair auburn hair was pulled back into a French plait, with wispy curls falling around her moonlit face. Her nose was small and dainty, giving her face elegance; her face had a defined bone structure but was small and delicate; her cheekbones were strong and beautifully reflecting the moon; her lips were full and pink and her eyes, well her eyes were captivating. They were wide and innocent with long, thick eyelashes framing them creating the illusion that she was constantly surprised, they were brown but they faded into green toward the centre giving them the look of something truly enchanting lying behind them.
"Why do you cover yourself up like that?" He couldn't help but ask,
"What do you mean?" She asked, confused,
"Why do you cover yourself up? Why don't you show the whole school how beautiful you are?"
She took another toke of the joint in her hand and looked away from him, trying not to hate him for calling her beautiful. Trying not to think about the fact that he'd called her beautiful at all. "Because I'm not, that's why. What do you care anyway?"
"I just don't like something good going to waste," he said. She looked back at him and was shocked by the honesty in his eyes. He was never honest, was he?
"Oh," was all she could say, and after a moment she said, "I like being a book worm by reputation and even though I'm not as frigid as you may think I've never felt beautiful. I don't want to be called beautiful. It would embarrass me."
"Wow," Scorpius gasped, "I hate to say it but, that's fucked up. What is there to be embarrassed about? You can be beautiful and someone who studies hard, you don't have to be one or the other." Rose suddenly noticed that he was leaning in whilst saying this. She didn't lean in to meet him, but she didn't back away either; she just took another toke, for courage. She exhaled the smoke downward so that he wouldn't back up. A little part of her wanted him to kiss her.
When her lips were pouted from the exhale he took his chance and captured her full pink lips. They were soft and tasted of a strange mixture of the cannabis and honey. The kiss was soft but urgent and she found it slightly hard to keep up with him. He couldn't resist teasing her mouth open with his tongue and slipping it inside fully. Her mouth tasted mainly of the drug as he explored her mouth with his tongue but he could make out the faint taste of honey. Her tongue was doing some exploring of its own taking in his tangy taste, it was like orange, slightly bittersweet, and the taste of the marijuana was still lingering on his tongue. She shifted to come closer to him, to deepen the kiss. They kissed for a couple of minutes and just as suddenly as it had started they broke apart.
She looked at him, shocked, for a few seconds and then a smile stretched across her face. She started laughing uncontrollably and looked over to see him rolling around in hysterics too.
She knew the next morning she'd blame it on the drugs.
AN: Just a question really... should I raise the rating? I mean in this chapter there is plenty of reference to class A or B (I can never keep up) drugs and there is probably going to be some more too.
I enjoyed this because there wasn't really much around to describe these characters so I got to do my own unique interpretation! I have a thing for eyes, can you tell?